Goal: ACHIEVED!
Whooooo! So freaking stoked right now!
28 November 2009, I was 80kg. Today, 23 January 2010, 4 weeks ahead of schedule, I am 69.9kg. And I feel AWESOME! Wow. What a great feeling. I don't think I've ever achieved a measurable goal like this before. And it feels GOOD!
Let me bask in my own glory for a little bit...
OK, done. The end is not quite in sight yet. Now that I'm here (*squeeeeeeeeee*) there's another slightly smaller goal to overcome. I'm totally aware of my body and it's true limits now, and I feel I need to go further. I think 65kg is the weight I should be. And not just 65kg, but strong and 65kg. Ready to take on the world and all it has to throw at me strong.
Far out. I'm so excited to get here. I really can't imagine that I was like that before. Well, maybe a little. Earlier today, I could feel my hip bones without the cush, and it felt good. Strangely, weirdly, good.
Forgive me for being overly hyped. I never thought I'd ever get to be 80kg. It freaks me out that without outside advisory, I could have gone further, never realising that I was staring done the barrel of an overweight body. 80kg in itself was just barely overweight (according to BMI), and until I took a really good hard look at myself, I would have been satisfied with that. I could have stayed at that weight. It was comfortable. However, what gets me now is that maybe I could have gained another 5 or 10kg, and no-one would have said anything to me. At all. Political correctness and all that.
It makes me wonder about society in general. When I first declared my intention to lose weight, my workmates had made the appropriate "You don't need to lose weight!" comments. Yet, now I'm here, I'm getting the "You really have changed, you look good!" comments. This makes me wonder, as a society, are we conditioned to not mention weight gain because we're being too nice?
I was totally unaware that I was teetering on the edge of being overweight and seriously jeopardising my health. Should we, as a society, be brutally honest with ourselves, our friends, our colleagues, and speak the truth - "You know, I think you're getting unhealthy"?
Forget the Marie Claire covers, forget political correctness. Is it time to make a change? A good change. One that sets you on the path of truly good fitness and health?
There's a time and place to be nice, yes, but wouldn't it be nicer if we could admit things aren't right with the people we love and/or respect? Right now, I'm not skinny. I don't want to be skinny. I want to be healthy and strong. And more than anything, I want to encourage my acquaintances to better themselves, and be totally satisfied with themselves. Not jealous that I've achieved a certain weight goal, but content that they are exactly the person that they should be, because they want to be that way, and have worked for it.
Am I high on achievement? Shoot me down. Please. This is not a manifesto, this is just how I feel achieving my goal, and letting out all the things I've felt on this rollercoaster of change.
